PoemsG. Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 719 pages |
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... once The Cornelian- " No specious splendour " An Occasional Prologue to " The Wheel of Fortune ' " Since the refinement 29 " " " On the Death of Mr. Fox , with the Author's Reply- " Oh factious viper " 9 The Tear- When Friendship or ...
... once The Cornelian- " No specious splendour " An Occasional Prologue to " The Wheel of Fortune ' " Since the refinement 29 " " " On the Death of Mr. Fox , with the Author's Reply- " Oh factious viper " 9 The Tear- When Friendship or ...
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... he , of course , paid her decent respect , but he was not likely even to affect grief . Once more in London , he fell willingly into the vortex of pleasure , to which , very shortly great inducements were added . xxii LIFE OF BYRON .
... he , of course , paid her decent respect , but he was not likely even to affect grief . Once more in London , he fell willingly into the vortex of pleasure , to which , very shortly great inducements were added . xxii LIFE OF BYRON .
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... once such animation beam'd ; The King of Terrors seized her as his prey ; Not worth , nor beauty , have her life redeem'd . Oh ! could that King of Terrors pity feel , Or Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner ...
... once such animation beam'd ; The King of Terrors seized her as his prey ; Not worth , nor beauty , have her life redeem'd . Oh ! could that King of Terrors pity feel , Or Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner ...
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... Once passion's tumultuous blandishments knew , Despair now inflames the dark tide of his veins ; He ponders in frenzy on love's last adieu ! How he envies the wretch with a soul wrapt in steel ! His pleasures are scarce , yet his ...
... Once passion's tumultuous blandishments knew , Despair now inflames the dark tide of his veins ; He ponders in frenzy on love's last adieu ! How he envies the wretch with a soul wrapt in steel ! His pleasures are scarce , yet his ...
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... Once to those eyes the lamp of Love , They bless'd her dear propitious light ; But now she glimmer'd from above , A sad , funereal torch of night . Faded is Alva's noble race , And gray her towers are seen afar ; No more her heroes urge ...
... Once to those eyes the lamp of Love , They bless'd her dear propitious light ; But now she glimmer'd from above , A sad , funereal torch of night . Faded is Alva's noble race , And gray her towers are seen afar ; No more her heroes urge ...
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Adah adieu arms art thou Athens bard beam beauty behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath brow Byron Cain Calmar CATULLUS cheek Countess Guiccioli dare dark dead dear death deeds dread dream dwell earth Edinburgh Review fair falchion fame fate fear feel fix'd flame foes forget friendship gaze genius Giaour glance glory glow grave Greece grief hand hate hath heart heaven honour hope hour kiss Lady Lara Lara's lips live Lochlin Lord Lord Byron Lucifer lyre Mathon mind Morven muse ne'er never Newstead Abbey night numbers o'er once Orla pass'd passion perchance poem pride scarce scene seem'd shine shore sigh sire slave sleep smile song soul spirit stamp'd sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne truth turn'd twas twill verse voice wave weep wild wing word young youth Zuleika
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Page 556 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Page 534 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 556 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet— But hark!— that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than> before! Arm! Arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar!
Page 302 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 674 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave— Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Page 350 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 354 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all...
Page 558 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Page 350 - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day, Was wither'd on the stalk away.
Page 549 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...